Adventure Time Duke 소설 & 이야기

“By all means. Go ahead.” Unable to resist the temptation, he inclined his head towards her, his eyes half-lidded and focused on the gorgeous cupid’s bow of her lips. Without hesitation, Allie angled her head to accommodate his and accepted his kiss. Beaming now, Dex carried the laptop over to a confused-looking Duke. He angled to the side opposite where the medic was still at work with his needle and tipped the laptop so that Duke could see it. “What do you see?” he asked, with his finger on the mousepad, guiding a slow turn of the fortress floorplan.

The Wolf King quickly approached Douglas, his face full of murderous intent, and asked him. Douglas still hadn't changed a bit. He acted like he didn't have any guilt or involvement in the murder. “I don't know, Your Majesty. If I am guilty, then I have only one me, which is not managing my subordinates well." He stopped kneeling, but straightened up before the king. Looking at his proud appearance, Wolfgang showed no anger. He patted Douglas on the shoulder and said: “Go back and fix all the stuff you did. And now, back to the girl's business. "

They didn’t even notice how their defenses were starting to fail. Hunters were screaming along with the rouges. They think victory comes from their group, but one of the rouges screams when the werewolves start to attack. ** Drake was playing with his son in the queen’s chamber when he heard the loud banging sound of explosions, gunshots, and grunts from afar. His forehead knitted; he put his son in the crib and rushed towards the window to see where the explosions came from. Drake’s eyes went cold and dangerous as Dillon appeared in his mind.

Silence hung heavy for a minute, giving me a chance to slip out of the closet. Maybe I could crawl under the bed. Or maybe not, ugh! Footsteps again. Stifling a groan, I scurried back into the cramped closet, leaving the door a sliver open for eavesdropping. This Trevor fellow, unlike the Duke with his dark, brooding presence, was all sunshine and golden curls. Built smaller than the Duke, he couldn't have been much older than me. Yet, here he was, wanting to share hushed tones with the enigmatic Duke. A spark of hope ignited within me. This conversation, shrouded in secrecy, could be the key to making Lawrence happy.

He caught her hand, kissed her knuckles. "We're not James and you," Duke said. "We never will be. You know why?" "Why?" "Because we actually talk. Even when it turns into a fight about mugs." He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "James never fought with you. Never cared enough to fight. I care so much that your mug opinions drive me insane." "That's either romantic or deeply concerning."

It was the Christ the King celebration, and he was to chair the fair trade and the commissioning of the grotto that followed the procession, until Fabian appeared with news he had assumed he had dealt with temporarily. “What still holds her death? Why does she still roam the manor?” He stopped in front of Fabian to ask, even when he had been told the reason a thousand times. Fabian just stood in the darkness of the room, staring back at Edric and wishing he could control himself. “I am so close to being the next duke, so close to sitting on that seat of power and dining with the king,” he said aloud as he resumed pacing the room again, not caring if anyone overheard him.

He always sent Xavier in his place. Duke is just like Stanley. Stanley also likes to solve all the problems himself. But when Duke's grandfather or Stanley's family sets up a blind date for him, he is forced to come to Xavier. Like Duke, Stanley also does not like girls. They both thought girls were nothing but a waste of time.

"Dukе іѕ еіghtееn, оld enough tо fіght fоr hіѕ соuntrу. Dukе lоvеѕ mе аnd we are engaged. Duke slowly gоt tо hіѕ fееt lооkіng ѕсаrеd. Hе wаѕ about ѕіx-fоur, and аbоut 200 lbѕ. Wіth blond hair аnd blue еуеѕ, Dukе was handsome tо thе роіnt оf being рrеttу. "Whаt about уоu Puke? I said, ѕlарріng his fасе. What dо уоu hаvе tо ѕау for уоurѕеlf, Puke? I sneered, mocking him.

I wink at him, and we both give a light chuckle…but his only lasts a second, before he is all serious again… back to business. I look over to the other three, Duke has his arms crossed, while he is busy typing on his phone, a smirk on his face. His blue eyes filled with excitement, while some of his brown curls flopped forward. Probably talking to a girl, he is after all the playboy Alpha. "Duke…" I move into his space, tapping with my finger on his phone's screen. He frowns and looks up, before noticing me for the first time, and his frown is replaced by widened eyes.

Duke was still so quiet, but he had not shouted at me to leave yet. He walked towards a painting, it resembled a dark haired woman with a pretty smile. "Wow, she looks familiar." I admired. Duke stopped, then turned to look at me. His hair was scattered in a messy style, and his brown eyes lit up in a somewhat intense manner. It was like he had imagined I was annoying and decided to hate me already. “Did I say something wrong?” Why did I even ask? I was still supposed to hate these trio devils!